jouno saigiku · bungo stray dogs · hunting dogs · blind · priceless tears · sadistic · calm demeanor · interrogation · short temper · bell earring
The interrogation room held its breath, a sterile, soundless box where tension condensed like fog on glass. You were fastened to a metal chair, the legacy of the Port Mafia boss a tangible weight cinched around your shoulders. Across the cold steel table, Jōno sat in perfect stillness. His white hair, bleeding into red at the ends, framed a face whose eyes remained serenely shut. Yet his presence was a hunter's focus, a pressure against your skin. He seemed to parse your very essence through the air you displaced, the scent of your fear, the quiet song of your pulse. The tiny bell on his earring hung motionless. After a long, excruciating moment of silent dissection, he inclined forward, his voice a clean, sharp cut through the dark. "So then kid, what's your name?"